Merry Christmas

May you all know again and share the joy and peace of God's loving light born again to us all.

POEM EIGHTEEN

I miss the mountains
and the youth who climbed them

I miss sunset
from Shining Rock
eating from the blueberries
which smother its base

Ever been there
where a part of you
forever remains behind

Still
in my slowly
aging dreams
I hear giggling angels
in the tumbling creeks

I still smell the cinnamon musk
of rain wet rhododendron
the incense of innocence

I remember love as
what we are
not as a calculation

Those aren't tears tracking
from cheek to jaw
they're only liquid
remembrances
of what's to come

h a i k u 4

every moment
passing through eternity

as wind through the leaves